I was once told that being silent is really screaming loud.
I bit my tongue for 17 years and I can't do that **** no more.
I'm not a walking punch bag.
I'm not your do whatever you say so you can have an easier life.
I am delicate.
I am pain.
I am the sky before a hurricane.
I am the hope that one day the sun will come out and end all of this rain.
I was once told you can't be too sad or too happy cause then you are ungrateful or just plain crazy.
So I picked up a pen when I was in the 5th grade wrote my sorrows on paper and at first they were songs then I wrote letters but eventually they were poems...
Do you know how it feels to write sonnets about your mother never noticing you?
your father never calling you?
your siblings never seeing you?
Every poem I planned to die every summer.
And that's what you all call a poet?
I rhyme my pain on paper.
I take my insides and pour them out into spoken word.
I cut my chest open and reveal my hurt to everyone who is watching.
I am the poem.